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Kissed your cold lip
Hugged your fragile body
Touched your lifeless face
Caressed your dry skin
I was hoping your fragrance
is Christine Dior...
I was praying to see you smile..
You were tired and dried out...
Painful to see you go like this..
Slowly ... painfully...
Breathing still  but dying
and the clock is ticking....
i smile too hard in social situations
to make up for the fact that i've sorted through my every thought and can't find anything of interest to say
and i blush at every compliment i receive
because i'm too embarrassed to disagree
you see
I'm kind of vapid
but it's only because I can't control the voice inside my head
I'm not crazy, unfortunately
I'm just overly self aware
and i want you to know that we are stardust
but you're only interested in superstars
and I'm only interested in companionship
so I'll entertain you with magic tricks
I want friends
**** their ***
but women judge me too harshly
and men don't judge me on the right things
they like my mind, but abuse my body
i only care for souls
for records
and old pictures of kids in bulky glasses
neon bellbottoms and
flower power wallpaper
plastering the walls of an alternate universe
where i may blossom and open up
like a flower in the rain
last line is from one of my favorites by bukowski. i wasn't expecting to use it but it seemed to tie everything up nicely.
Ever tangled in a maelstrom of indignant cursing
Plagued by misappropriated convovulation
A self satisfying ******* of prose
He tosses out verse after verse to quell the burning
The fire inside that yearns for air
Yet disbelieves his words have worth
 Sep 2013 Andrew P Marheine
Elise
I wish I could write forever,
I wish my thoughts
          never stopped thinking in rhymes,
          never stopped counting syllables,
          never stopped making metaphors.
I want to be the poem,
I want to be the art.
 Sep 2013 Andrew P Marheine
Elise
I met you outside
on a cold autumn day; your
gaze kept me warm, love.
 Sep 2013 Andrew P Marheine
AJ
White walls
White walls
Brick walls
Small walls.
Don't be fooled.
They can hear you screaming.
They just don't care.
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